New Release: Between Friends & Excerpt
I have a sinfully sexy new menage tale out from Siren today. SWAT Sergeant. Trauma Surgeon. Fashionista. Add them all together and you get one ridiculously naughty book that delves into the heart of a menage relationship. Oh and there's lot of smutty sexy times too! Pages and pages and pages of deliciously dirty and mildly kinky sex.
For months, LA fashionista Whitney Montcrief has secretly lusted after her roommates, super sexy trauma surgeon Mick O'Loughlin and rough, tough and drop-dead gorgeous SWAT sergeant Eddie Dillon.
Eddie craves Whitney's touch. Her sweet smile tempts him like none other—and it terrifies him. He's been burned once before and has no desire to relive the pain of rejection. His heart walled off, Eddie denies himself the very thing he wants most.
But Mick is tired of tiptoeing around the obvious sexual attraction between the three of them. He wants Eddie and Whitney in his bed. He's ready to play with fire, even if that means dragging Eddie, kicking and screaming, right through the flames behind him.
Reader advisory: MMF, MFM, bondage, sex toys, spanking, anal (you know, all the good stuff!)
PG-13 EXCERPT:
Together they managed to finish painting the living room and were installing the new ceiling fan when Mick heard the unmistakable sound of an approaching car. Eddie's paint-stained hands went still. The screwdriver clamped between his teeth fell to the floor with a noisy clatter. Mick was certain he displayed the same oh-shit expression reflected on Eddie's face.
"Is that Whit?"
Mick hopped off the stepladder and rushed to the window. His stomach dropped like a runaway elevator. "Yeah. In a taxi."
"We weren't supposed to pick her up for hours."
Mick rushed back to the stepladder and snatched up the screwdriver. He climbed up to help Eddie rush the installation of the ceiling fan. Seconds sped by so quickly. Their fingers fumbled and slipped. Eddie cursed a few times before finally securing the base on the ceiling mount and getting the last screw in place. Mick stepped off the ladder a fraction of a moment before the front door swung open.
"What is all that crap in the front yard? It looks like Home Depot exploded on our sidewalk." Whitney's confused voice drifted in from the hallway. In a few seconds, she'd come around the corner.
Mick's knotted stomach ached fiercely. Eddie stood frozen on the stepladder. Luggage wheels thunked, and high heels clacked on the entryway tile. "I took an earlier flight from Miami. I couldn't wait to get home and relax with my two favorite—"
Whit's voice trailed off as she appeared in the arched doorway. A flirty white sundress contrasted the warmth of her sun-kissed skin. Her fingers slowly drew down the designer sunglasses perched on her nose. Those soft green eyes widened as she looked around the demolished living room and dining room. Shock filtered across her pretty face.
Mick shot a quick glance at Eddie, but his friend's gaze was fixed on Whitney. Mick silently prayed Whit wouldn't blow up on them. Eddie was the kind of guy who would race through hell with a cup of gasoline just for the thrill of it, but that roughened exterior hid an incredibly sensitive man. One cross word from Whitney and Mick just knew Eddie would be crushed.
Whitney shoved her sunglasses onto the crown of her head. She left her hot-pink suitcase standing in the doorway and took a slow tour of the mess. "Well"—she put her hands on her hips—"I've seen worse."
Mick exhaled with relief. She wasn't pissed. Annoyed? Hell yes. But she wasn't angry, and that's all that mattered.
"We wanted to surprise you." Eddie stepped off the ladder. "We just didn't figure on a number of setbacks throwing us off schedule."
"You've always got to account for Murphy." Whit spoke with the authority of a young woman responsible for coordinating some of the biggest fashion shows in New York and Los Angeles. "If something can go wrong, it absolutely will." She paused and flashed them a smile. "I appreciate the effort, though."
Mick's stress melted. He sensed Eddie was at ease now.
Whitney pointed to the stacks of hardwood flooring visible through the gaping hole. She wrinkled her cute little nose. "Those have to go back. They are way too dark for the dining room."
Mick laughed, not the least bit surprised she'd noticed. "We were planning to take them back later."
"So what's the story of the half-nakedness?" Whitney frowned and fanned her face. "Why the hell is it so hot in here?"
Mick cringed as Eddie chuckled and slapped him on the back. "Doctor Know-It-All fried the A/C. Too many plugs in one outlet."
Whitney shot him a knowing glance. "Imagine that."
Mick's face grew warm with embarrassment. He offered a sheepish smile. "Sorry."
Whit shook her head. "So we have no living room, no dining room, and no air conditioning."
"The kitchen is a mess. We have a lot of equipment and supplies stashed in there." Mick avoided her annoyed frown.
"And one bathroom," Eddie added reluctantly.
Her eyebrows lifted. "Excuse me?"
"Your bathroom is stuffed with extra furniture and lamps and stuff." Mick motioned toward Eddie. "The master bathroom between our rooms is open."
"I don't need to hear any more." She held up her hands. "For what it's worth, I can tell you put a lot of hard work into this, even if it didn't go exactly as planned. We can get this place whipped into shape in no time." She assumed her naturally bossy tone. "You two can throw those boxes of flooring in Eddie's truck, and I'll exchange them while I'm at the store."
"You're going to Home Depot?" Mick asked, not at all thrown by her take-charge attitude. If there was one thing Whit did well, it was boss other people around.
"Well, I sure as hell am not going to roast in my bedroom all night. And I've had enough of hotel rooms. I want to sleep in my own bed. So until we can get an HVAC guy out here, I'll enjoy the cold breeze of a window unit."
Mick and Eddie did as she'd instructed and carried the boxes of flooring out to Eddie's truck while Whitney impatiently tapped her foot.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Mick asked when they reconvened in the living room.
"No. You and Eddie get to stay here and clean up your mess because you've been very naughty boys." She sauntered over to Eddie and brazenly slipped her hand inside the front pocket of his board shorts. A flicker of lust licked at Mick's lower belly. His groin tightened at the sight of Whitney's hand buried in Eddie's pocket. An expression of shock and arousal flitted across Eddie's face.
With a teasing smirk, Whitney produced the keys to Eddie's truck. She took a step back and lowered her sunglasses into place. "Get a move on, boys. I expect to see this mess cleaned up by the time I get back—or else."
